Like my tragic hero, Kierkegaard, I relish in the idea of being in love, not with love itself. Love can be cumbersome, if not ethically mortifying. Pathos and passion about an idea -- pure Kierkegaardian, and therefore more aesthetically appealing.
I think of the desire, and not of the thought of being there myself. Working everything out in one's mind is the essence of being human.
27 Oct 2003
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